It was almost 6:00 when the first wave of this new drug hit me. The hour of the beast. I remember feeling my knees give out and slumping onto the floor, drooling all over my good, clean shirt. I couldn't, however, remember what the fuck that man had sold me that put me in this situation. Where's your attorney when you need him? What a fucking whore
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As an intelligent human being, I am obligated not to trust a man wearing a paper bag on his head who says that he's a doctor.
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